October 20, 2009
Sorry guys – nothing funny is coming to mind to blog about as of late. Cube guy isn’t here, so obviously I am lacking in material at the moment. Maybe next week….about him I mean. Another topic has GOT to come to mind shortly. I mean, what have I been doing the past few days, not making fun of myself and not laughing at anything? Doubtful. Next idea that pops into my head, you will be the first to know.
Oh…I have something. Weds night guy is now going to be called Romeo. Only because I am going to continue to see him, at least for the time being cause things aren’t going too poorly. The name switch is occurring because I told Laura that he writes poetry (random I know), and immediately she starts calling him Romeo. What would I do without Laura nicknaming all the important and not so important people in my life? I just called him Weds night guy before because that was the guy I went out with on Weds night (do you see the relevance?) that week when I had two dates. So really that was kind of insignificant. Romeo is a bit more catchy so we are going to go with that.
October 12, 2009
So I’m out at Marvin Friday night, and I run into my ex. Wonderful. I haven’t seen him in a couple of months, which would be no big deal except that everytime I run into him, I feel that I’m starting all over again in terms of getting over him. This is not really good news for me now that I’m starting to get back out on the dating scene. Like, did he know that I’m starting to date so fate has us run into each other? Am I not meant to ever settle down? Probably. Which brings us to Saturday night. We’re out at Pete’s surprise bday party (which was awesome btw!!!), and I get a text from the ex saying that the girl who he dated after me was sitting at the table right next to us the whole time. Why didn’t the girl say something to me? Is she stalking me? I don’t understand. Apparently she broke it off with him because he wouldn’t stop talking about me. Like seriously is he insane? Did I teach him nothing when we dated for 3 years? Clearly not. Talking about your ex is something you just do not do. And I’m sure he did talk about me all the time…because I’m awesome. So I’m just out on date #3 with the Weds night guy (see previous posts). I know the place we are at is a place the ex used to frequent so I do a quick look around and see nothing thinking the coast is clear. I mean, what are the chances he’d be there anyway? Then – WHAM. There he is sitting at the bar with some chick, clearly on a date. I mean, is this shit for real? Why am I seeing him everywhere now??!!! I don’t see him for months and then all of a sudden twice in one weekend, plus the psycho stalker girl sees me? All I ask is that I don’t get sucked back into his quagmire of insanity. Because his shit was seriously insane. Can I just meet, and actually like a nice, normal guy in this lifetime? This is all I ask people! It would be nice if I had some desire to date. But I really don’t…it really is like pulling teeth getting me to actually go out with some of these people. I’d rather be home being “productive” (aka facebooking) or hanging with my friends. And I’m sure running into the ex repeatedly isn’t going to help my cause.
October 1, 2009
I have two dates next week. A minor miracle. I honestly can’t remember the last time I went on a date. Unless you count my semi-recent bout with match.com. But then I was probably averaging about four dates per week on the match.com mealplan, went through maybe 30 guys in a span of two months. What did I get out of that, you may ask? Nothing. Okay, fine – of all of those guys, I liked one – a Colombian native who I later discovered was dating someone I know concurrently. He broke things off with the excuse that he was moving back to Colombia in August; he didn’t think it was wise to start something only to end it soon thereafter. Poetic, wasn’t he? Funny, I just saw him the other day at the Clarendon metro. It’s October.
Well, I guess I did gain something from the match.com experience. I actually made a pretty decent friend out of it, who is planning to guest blog by the way. He asks that he be called “Felipe” for purposes of this blog (first name that popped into his head). Felipe is hilarious, so keep your eyes peeled for the cameo.
Bottom line: dating is a bitch, but if nothing else is constant comedy, thus I made ‘dating’ its whole separate category for your future enjoyment. And in the words of Bono, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” (bear with me, still on a U2 high). But gotta keep on treckin on folks.